Good. [VERY good. Finally, something Cloud can do to help. He's walking fine, talking....mostly fine, on average, and he's ready to kick some ass and start venting all this bubbling, seething anger he feels every fucking day he sees that haunted look in Zack's eyes. Every time he gets a flash of acid green when he goes to sleep and startles back awake, heart pounding.
Yeah, a little maiming and mayhem might help with that.
Cloud glances up and catches the look on Zack's face as he peers down at the map, that painfully hopeful expression, and he reaches up on instinct to hook a hand at the back of Zack's neck, squeezing lightly.] We're gonna make it fine. You can tell everybody you're okay.
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Yeah, a little maiming and mayhem might help with that.
Cloud glances up and catches the look on Zack's face as he peers down at the map, that painfully hopeful expression, and he reaches up on instinct to hook a hand at the back of Zack's neck, squeezing lightly.] We're gonna make it fine. You can tell everybody you're okay.